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SCORN

by Venky

Morose and lethargic, a lazy and stiff hand Venky flung out

Towards the trusted teapot that had a grotesquely twisted spout

The bad hangover had an orchestra playing in his head

He had just sought love but got scorn instead

Earl Gray bloody hell at the very least.

(Word Count: 48)

 

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#121

 

 

 

 

 

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3 comments

crispina kemp September 2, 2019 - 1:00 am

Thanks for the chuckle. 🙂

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venkyninja1976 September 2, 2019 - 1:03 am

You are welcome!

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crispina kemp September 2, 2019 - 1:16 am

🙂

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